This is not normal. I’ve lost count of the number of times I have been rejected. All three of my previous marriages broke down. The last time I felt the warmth of a man’s embrace was in 2008, around November, three months before my Marriage with Patrick succumbed to the external pressure of his parents, who pushed him to marry someone else, saying I was not going to be a good wife to him. According to my mother-in-law, I didn’t fit and was only going to bring bad luck, to him and any children we were to have together.
I fought her, courageously. I lost. Patrick married six months later, and had the nerves to invite me to their posh wedding in Zanzibar. I didn’t show. I cried myself to sleep every night, believing that I was cursed. Cursed to roam this earth alone, to never find true love, happiness or joy. The few friends I had, tried to console me, to no avail. I hated their sympathy. Also because most of them were in happy marriages, or so it seemed. I hated them, everyone, who often told me that I was going to find a good husband. Fifteen years, my longing continued, days passed and wished I could just evaporate or turn to dust. That would have been an act of mercy, instead of this endless suffering, unable to receive the affection I so desperately deserved. All wedding invitations, I declined. I said no to blind dates, arranged meetings with strangers who clearly wanted to take advantage of my emptiness to fill their sexual appetites and manly egos.
I became my only friend. I was officially dating myself. Sometimes I enjoyed my own company, others, I would get frustrated and curse the heavens for allowing me to live this long. I’m Mercy Cherono, a senior spinster from Kitale and an aspiring politician. The only thing that worked was my business. I didn’t have any distractions, so put all my focus into making money and growing my small empire. For fourteen years, it did well and I now own a large Business in Kitale, dominating the leather industry. But, as expected, money on its own cannot complete a man nor a woman. My cravings were digging their way up, seeking to be recognized and appreciated. I wanted more than just fancy hair, shoes, dresses and the occasional applauds whenever I get involved in the area politics.
That is why when Maureen, my Hairdresser, whispered about using spells from a native doctor that helped her conceive her firstborn, I was very curious. She disclosed later, that she had struggled for more than six years in her Marriage, enduring one abortion to another, until Dr. Mugwenu came to her rescue. She recommended him to me, saying he wasn’t just highly professional but also trustworthy, operating with strict confidentiality. I took my chances and it paid off. Within two weeks, Daniel Rotich, a local tycoon approached me with the open intention of a long-term relationship with me. Finally, the one wish I so much wanted!! We are practically inseparable now, and has agreed to support me, emotionally, spiritually and financially in my quest to become the area MP in the next election. I know, for a fact that it will be so, for now I have the incredible powers of Dr. Mugwenu.
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